It goes faster the second time around, they say. But you don't listen. You've done this before; you know what to expect. You have that sweet second (or third) baby, and the long days begin. Balancing your new normal can make an hour seem like an eternity. Trying to entertain 2.5 year olds and keep an infant happy and stimulated, you count the minutes until dad gets home. And then you wake up one day and realize that they were right. It is going way too fast this time.
Last week Shepherd slept through the night...and not in the technical he slept 5 hours way--he went to bed at 6:30 pm and woke up at 6:00 am. This is one of the best milestones a baby reaches. It brings with it a happy, well-rested little one and sane, coherent parents (or dads in our case). Today at family gym class, he crawled all over the place, pulling up, scaling wedges and ledges. He has developed strong food preferences, banging incessantly for more ritz crackers. And next week he will be nine months old. Nine months. Three quarters of a year.
I'm normally the one looking to the future, getting excited about the milestones to come. And I'll admit that I cannot wait to see Shep's perfectly chubby thighs take their first steps and discover what his voice sounds like. But I really wish it would slow down a bit. Just a tiny bit. I don't want to miss these precious moments of drool covered onesies and gummy grins.
It truly does go faster the second time around.